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summary: he wonders where he found his luck. — natan, au!futurefic
love natan so much and the recent chapters have destroyed me so i
decided to write some wholesome fluff. i hope it satisfies ya’ll.
dedicated to @shuu-xx (ur my favourite friendo)
it is officially half
past three in the morning when natalie finally succumbs to sleep. stan
rubs an eye, yawning. his wife’s cheeks are flushed and her hand is
enclosed in his large, calloused palm. he sighs heavily. natalie will forever be a pain, he thinks. but you signed up for it! she counters in his head. he smirks, throwing a cursory glance to their intertwined fingers and matching rings. well, coordinating, at least. hers had girlinscribed on the inside of it (something he had called her since they had met, for no particularly obvious reason) and his read luce(something she had called him since they had first met, for no particularly obvious reason). same idea.
“luce.” a small voice shakes him out of his aimless thoughts. he groans inwardly. she’s awake again? “yes.”
he says, quietly. “i know you’re tired, but would you mind getting me a
glass of water and one of those leftover fish sticks on the stove?” he
stood. “the things i do for you, natalie mcallister.” she smiled, green
eyes sparking a little in spite of her small fever. “it’s wormwood, you
know.” he grins before making his way to the kitchen
once there, he frowns. oh, crap. he’d
thrown the leftover fish sticks away - they had induced natalie’s last
vomiting session. he curses himself (and natalie) before filling a
glass of water and plodding miserably back to his room. this is likely
to not go over well with his wife.
fortunately, she’s drifted
back to sleep. he stands there for a second and bursts into laughter.
(granted - it’s quiet laughter, but laughter nonetheless.) he watches
her shift a little, her arm draped over her growing belly. his laughter
dies slowly, and a foreign warmth begins to bloom in his chest. not
foreign as in he had never felt warmth there before; but foreign as in
it was a different kind every time. but it was all a good warmth, always
a soft warmth, a warmth that says home is where the heart is.
has his past and he has his present, and while his future isn’t
certain, he’s going to try his absolute best to make sure that natalie is there for
every moment. no matter what.
this woman is the love of my life, he says to himself. and he knows it.